Jupiter
Every night it's the same old tale:
whiskey bottle on the ground
Late last night I slept on a bed of rusted nails
prayin' the dawn would bring you down
And I say it don't matter much to me
And the angels know this is a lie
And I just drink as the apothecary sings
whilst painting X's on your eyes
Every night it's the same sad song
drippin' softly from your lips
Every time that I try to shut it off
it just turns into a kiss
Stretched out before me
are a thousand ways to fail
Someday I'll take pride in having tried them all
I've paid your ransom
and I've posted your bail
Can you hear me, Jupiter,
when I call?